I've had a nice couple of days, with some friends back from Uni and a lot of forum-meet-up-planning. However, these happy events has been marred by my stupid decision to dye my hair. It's way too dark and I could have cried mournfully when looking into the mirror. Less Snow White, more Wednesday Adams. That should be my tag line. I have decided to cut my hair in an effort to rebuild my already tenuous relationship with the mirror. My skin, in a dramatic coup has decided to follow suit and ruin my complexion. I am not a happy gal.